บท 632: Blood pond

"Silver cloud fire boar..Zodiac dawn eagle..Twilight ivy bull.. Silver ray rabbit..Ruby thunderhead serpent...glittering sungrass stag.."

With every whiff he took, Yang Qing would ecstatically close his eyes as he named a spirit beast.

By the time he reached the pond, he had named at least twenty spirit beast names. His eyes glittered like a child's when he finally reached the pond.

"The blood wine and soup that could made from this.." he muttered greedily as he put his hand into the blood pond.

The lightning produced by the gypsum instantly attacked his hand when he brought his hand over, but whether it was his hands or his robes, both were left unscathed.

The lightning produced by the gypsum was no more potent to him than a calm breeze brushing up against his skin.

He carefully scooped up the boiling blood like it was something precious as he sifted through it with his fingers, forming a small waterfall as it poured back into the pond.